According to the letter of the law, what this guy did to me is fifth degree assault and domestic abuse

I live with the most evil person on earth.

A small list of offenses:
For the first three months of living in this apartment, I did everyone's dishes whenever I did my own, about twice a week. I never got a thank you from Satan or the bf. And whenever they did dishes, they refused to do mine or the other roommates, just theirs.

One day, in the middle of a heat wave, the only AC in the house was going and we were all gathered in the living room. The AC blew directly at Satan and another roommate who were getting all of the cold air. So I turned on a fan, which directed some of the cold air at our side of the room. Satan yelled, “no” and turned the fan off like a little kid and refused to let the fan go back on. Never mind that I was paying electricity on that machine that I wasn't allowed to enjoy.

One day I made cake, I got about two pieces and the rest was quickly devoured by Satan. Two weeks later, the cake pan was resting on my pantry shelf. I told him that I was not going to wash it, because he had eaten most of it and I felt that he should at least wash the pan. He refused. Another week later I just washed it.

About six months ago, Satan and his boyfriend threw a small party; small because Satan only has about two friends. Anyway, these two random girls who he barely knows got wasted and needed somewhere to sleep. I wasn't there, so they decided that these blithering drunk girls could sleep in my room.

I don't know these people and they are so drunk they are getting sick. My bed is not a guest bed nor a hotel. I told them that it was not ok for people to sleep in my bed. About five months ago, another drunk girl needed a bed and mine was again offered. The next day I installed a lock on my door.

Shortly after I finished installing the lock, Satan came over to me and said that I wasn't allowed to have a lock on my door because the Internet is run through my room. But I had looked up some renters rights and despite all his bitching, he could do nothing.

At about this time I was fed up. I wanted to move out and sublet the apartment as soon as possible. I felt bad that I would be leaving my best friend to put up with all of Satan's crap, but I was getting treated the worst in the house. I put an ad on Craigslist begging someone to take the cheap apartment for the following semester. Satan was furious that I would try and sublet without consulting him first, so I sat him down and told him that I couldn't live with him anymore. He was apparently shocked that there was anything wrong but nonetheless said that whoever I subletted to had to be approved by everyone in the house. When someone finally came by to look at it, his reason for not accepting her was because she was "too ugly." I had to give up my search because at this point I realized that short of someone exactly like himself, no one would be good enough for Satan.

Over winter break, all my roommates were gone but me. Satan wanted to have me pay for all the utilities myself. By his reasoning, since I was the only one there I should have to pay the heat and electricity by myself. Who would have paid them if I wasn't living there? No one? Anyway, again renters rights states that you can't just back out of payments guaranteed in the lease.

I figured that as long as everyone was out of the house I would clean the entire place, top to bottom. I got no thank you from Satan.

A couple of months ago, I had my music on in my room. The walls are paper thin, but my music was very low. Satan started studying outside of my room, directly outside of my door. He could have studied in his room, or even in the office. But no, he studied on a chair directly outside of my room.

He told me to turn my music down. I complied and turned it so far down I could barely make out the words. Not good enough, Satan could still make out some sound. I asked him why he didn't just move to a different part of the house. He said he had a right to be there and when I asked why I didn't have a right to listen to music or have a tv on in my room, he shouted profanities at me which I later found out falls under a fifth degree assault charge and domestic abuse.

Later that month, my door was open and I was in my room at my computer. Our house is cold, my room faces north with no windows getting direct sunlight ever. So it was freaking cold in my room. As the only heat is generated in the center of the apartment I kept my door open. Satan came by and literally slammed my door. So I opened it. He slammed it again. So I opened it, again. He yelled profanities at me. Later that night I called the cops. Satan never called me a f**k**g c**t again.

A week ago I needed a dog to stay in the house, as I would be watching the pet while my boyfriend was out of town. I had the approval of my landlord, no small thing, and the approval of all roommates save one. Satan said no. He said he didn't have to give a reason, he could just say no, but then went on to say that a dog would be messy and bring dirt into the house. Never mind that Satan hadn't picked up a broom in three months.

A couple of days ago, I got home from work to the oven alarm going off and the oven on about 400 degrees with a pizza inside. No one was in the house. I turned off the oven. I began cleaning up so I could make dinner, and in the process threw away the cardboard from the pizza. As soon as Satan returned, over fifteen minutes later, he asked where the cardboard was. I told him I had thrown it away and he rudely said, "I don't just leave trash lying around, it was out for a reason." No thank you for saving the pizza or preventing a small house fire, but rather a condescending remark that implied I was leaving trash around the house.

This is not even everything...